Angelica licked her lips, her chin trembling as her eyes darted from me to Antoine and back. “I...I...it’s not untrue. But it was just a misunderstanding.” Angelica knelt on her knees toward Antoine. “He invited me into his bed. I thought he knew that it was me. That he just missed Piper enough to want something like her even if it wasn’t really her.”
I scoffed. “Like I am that pathetic.”
“More men than you know are exactly that.” Angelica shot back. “Where do you think I work for a living?” She sniffed, lifting her nose up in the air. “The club I work at caters to those types of men. The very ones who want to pretend. Either they’ve lost someone or they want someone they can’t have. I give it to them.”
I gaped at her. “Are you saying you’re a prostitute?” I blinked at her and then over to Antoine. “Darren brought us a prostitute.”
Silent for a moment, Antoine tucked his hands into his pockets and sighed. “Well, this is certainly an unexpected situation.” His phone buzzed in his pocket. Antoine ignored it. “Angelica, what you did was completely disrespectful and your profession aside, something I will be discussing with my servant extensively, however...this isn’t something we can just ignore. We cannot have an instance like this happening again.”
“It won’t.” Angelica shook her head vehemently. “I promise. I’ll stay away. I won’t touch any of you.”
“Very good. We —” Antoine’s phone buzzed again. This time he pulled the phone out and glanced down at the screen. His face tightened. “— actually, scratch that. We may need you to touch us very intimately.”
“What?” I stepped toward him. “Antoine what the fuck? I don’t want this woman anywhere near me.”
Antoine leveled me with a look. “Vincent is on his way.”